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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, orange-brown storm clouds are building on the horizon of a vast, dry lake bed. Like, the air's got this heavy, electric charge, and you can smell the storm coming. A vintage crop duster has somehow merged with a giant, fossilized ammonite shell, its wings seamlessly integrated into the spiral ridges, and it's just sitting here in the lake bed, no signs of crash or impact. The sound of distant thunder rumbles through the still air, but the sun's still high in the sky, beating down relentlessly.